This 1967 Mike Nichols movie, showcasing young Dustin Hoffman in the role that made him a star, remains one of my favorite films. It’s also what I call a “spider-web film,” which means it ensnares me every time it’s on TV. And each time, I hone in on a different element: Buck Henry’s hotel clerk, Richard Dreyfuss’ one-scene appearance at the dorms, or Anne Bancroft’s predatory wardrobe as the on-the-prowl Mrs. Robinson (pictured). I recently returned from Los Angeles, and took an airline that, I’m convinced, led me to baggage claim along the exact same moving sidewalk, and wall mural, seen at the opening of this film as Hoffman’s Ben makes his way back home – allegorically following a path set out by others…